The Irish standard., 1887-02-26
SuiI- Dhuv,
THE COINE7I.
BY ERALD GRIFFIN,
Author of 'sThe Colegians.' etc.
BY GERALD GRIFFIN
CHAPTER VIII.-(Continued. }
Author of "The Collegians.' etc.

CHAPTER WILL Continued
Hirrups, sir! keep your horse steady
if you please!-we'd have little Llll,
Byrne herself, g. fine little curly-headet
rogue, little n1erry~eyes, as 1 used te
call her, coming out O. the door, ant
laughing. Poor Lilly! recollect saying
to her, one day. while I was tossing he
on my toe, and she laughing and crow
ing, and her hair flying about her, ant
her cheeks as rosy as rose itself. 1 re
member saying to her, says I, the day
will come yet, when lock o. that hail
will be prouder gift for young mar
to wear than coat of Buckmaster; the
day will come,' says I, and / looking a
her this way, in the face, the day vii
come when that eye will make many
gallant heart ache, and many young
mans cheek grow pale, says I, and
looking at her, thinking Of it-'and
when thut lip that's there, so limo.
cent, will have the word of life OF
death upon it-Isn't that great?'-and
she laughing, not understanding word
.o' what I sasd, and sure twas all true
for me-
The grazier did not know what a
sincere and agonized assent his words
received in the heart OF the poor young
man who rode by bis side.
:sI think" continued the talkative
bore, who wished, indeed very pardon
ably, to divert his attention from the
now perfectly piteous condition to
which he felt himself reduced, by the
exercise Of tongue
'As true as trlest horse,
That yet would never tire
''I think" said he, silly will verify
my prophesy, if she bas not done it
yet. But pol| what's the nee Of talk
ing? saw her when came this way
the other day, and 'twonld puzzle the
Danes TO tell what was come over her,
Her cheek, sir--her plump, ripe cheei
---tbat you might play q hand Of fves
against, 50 worn down and pale look
ing-~and her little hand SO damp and
cold as she put il into zn,ne; and such
death-like, religious smile about her
sweet lips; and Shen, instead Of meeting
nae with jump, and q hop, and a laugh
and that little merry 'hoop" that used
to come from between her lips, as sweet
as love itself, sir, and as fine as gold
thread, she met me as her mother might
have done-standing upright on both
her feet, putting one before the other
when she walked-snd having no more
of the merry hoyden that 1 knew, left
about her, bnt only all her sweetness.
You'd wonder to look at her. I didn't
take my eyes off her for as good and bet
ter than an hour Her eyes were a little
red, too. 'TwouAd move you, sir, if you
were tc be looking at her.
'.It does! il does!'' replied his COM
panion, i'll tone Of deep feeling.
''Sir, Tn sure you're & gentleman" :"
said the gra2ier warmly, ct once at
trihuting TO the influence Of his own
pathos in the narration, all the effect
which the circumstances themselves had
produced upon hisauditor r--s'I'm sure
you ere, and like you. The fact, how
ever, may be naturally explained, as in
honest truth, her mother did account
for it to me, in confidential way. Talk
ing of confidence, by the bye, I'll not
tell you what she said, for these things,
however trihing they may appear to men
Of sense, GRE not likely to be service
able, when spoken of to the class of un-
married girls. And after all it is but
girlish fancy, which will go of with the
next fine weather. lin the affections, as
in grazing, the autumnal produce is
always the sweetest. A girls first love
is too sudden, too l1,xuriant, sir-it is
parched and dried up i'll it's own fire
there's no health about it--but NOV that
away with few months absence-let
the heart be trampled little-let the
soft showers of disappointment fall upon
it--and then you have it as fresh, and
kind, and gentle as a field of upland
clover
CA thorough grazier's SENTIMENT
said Kumba, almost involuntarily, with
in his own heart. s'When was this,
sir?" he asked, aloud.
"A few days since, was at Drum
scanlon. I made Lilly laugh at last,
reminding her Of the time when I used
to bring her the bareen brac and tell her
the story Of the wee-wee woman and her
bunch o. blackberries. By the way,
they were expecting the priest there at
that time, for, you must know, Lilly is
grown so pious, that they're beginning
to think she'll make fair run for con-
vent, some fine morning. Butwe'll talk
more o this by an by. Well be late
fo. or,,,,1o, TN, afraid tls.